Eleven years is my most distant past, remembered I just saw you had one eye, that day hidden in my heart with, remember fondly change into faith.

Prosperous city, passion in the eyes flashing surge begins to grow, in a hurry in the deck, steps on the streets in noise perplexed, drown in the air, the breath of luxury and dissipation every false mask wanders, hang in Camisetas De Fútbol the mirror, running in the city’s pulse, traveled song-and-dance extravaganza circle arm, the neon red curtain from squeezed, sprinkle with rock and roll and broadcast free and let the night become blurred and temptation.

Therefore, come across rolling not destroy the fireworks still shines brilliantly, will lead a happy-go-lucky life. Years of vicissitudes filled the canthus, yesterday by the frost of all is a land of autumn wind, fan fan falls into Primera División de México the corner of the floating crept dreams. How many bitter in the ebb and flow, weave hope, lit light, blustery earth, who decides? How long have you courage rushes out xintiandi, tomorrow the page, open city of pedestrians flowery, like the streets of wheels spinning whistling rolling with my dream. Looked up at the sky, and hope of a return to eleven years ago.

Eleven years is my most distant past. That year, lang lang, the breeze, like autumn HeChi moonlight as my thoughts México Schalke Camisetas De Fútbol in curved diameter, sprinkle sprinkled on the promenade waterside pavilion, saxiang the distance, I miss the moon with heart telling you a love for you.

I didn’t say anything, a tearful turned and walked away. However, turned and became silent told rituals. I’m hiding from the station, looking at you and he rides train ran to exile case, inner sadness, and inner pain, loss, loneliness and helpless anymore, but sad tears to flow endure, broken box, cried tore heart crack lung, tc cry god…

When the train an abrupt end, the roar of Camisetas liga inglesa the sound rapidly despair of expression are covered with a face of Brazil, black and white, negative world, at present a desolate scene before.

How can take off? U won’t do not belong to you is yours. Tea is always cool, ACTS leave sad just! Or cut constantly that unforgettable entwine, hand faded photographs, lovesickness between two parties long days outside the window, watching moon wander, see you are always in my dream, the soft soft moonlight as your hand, gently stroked the back of my flowers spread within, court, think of you light 1995 in central sea churning toeat flow. I know, missing is always accompanied by lonely, in the darkness of night you can see my thoughts already in two buccal become tears river, like the fish in the water lone cried, no sound, no expression, leaving only the disconsolate figure nowhere deep-rooted.